[Ivar's quick to contact Ubbe after seeing the memory of him tearing through Lagertha's warriors like they were made of paper. He's known, of course, that his brother felt the same way about his mother dying as he did. They wouldn't have plotted to assassinate Lagertha together if he hadn't. But that was a fury he'd seen in his brother precious few times and never with the sheer amount of hatred he'd shown Lagertha.
He reminded him of Ragnar in that moment, the way he'd been in his prime, when almost no one had been able to touch their father.]
You never told me you tried to kill Lagertha on your own.
[Honestly, if he'd had just a little more luck, he might have actually succeeded.]
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He reminded him of Ragnar in that moment, the way he'd been in his prime, when almost no one had been able to touch their father.]
You never told me you tried to kill Lagertha on your own.
[Honestly, if he'd had just a little more luck, he might have actually succeeded.]